Tuesday, January 27, 2009

Ramblings of the Weekend Boozer

"It is not for kings, O Lemuel, it is not for kings to drink wine; nor for princes strong drink: Lest they drink, and forget the law, and pervert the judgment of any of the afflicted.Give strong drink unto him that is ready to perish, and wine unto those that be of heavy hearts.Let him drink, and forget his poverty, and remember his misery no more."

Proverbs 31:4–7, Prophecy of King Lemuel,

I’m staring at the shot glass gripped by my left hand and notices the vapors clinging onto it – catching other vapors, and together they lazily slide down like tears. My gazed was fixed on the ground while my trembling hand lifted the glass, to once again kiss its crystal mouth and sipped the last drop of that golden elixir, bitter and burning.

Like the Jedi’s lightsaber, which can cut a metal before touching it, that last drop hit the last synapse connecting me to the sane world, already doing its trick before spreading into my blood; freeing me and enslaving my inhibitions.

While drinking, I see a black hole inside the already empty glass, inviting me to enter; and I willingly enter. That black hole is a temporary world full of wide ranging emotions; from anger, to lightheartedness, to sadness, euphoria to depression, to joviality.

I talk a lot without saying a word, laugh too much without feelings, answered questions just for the sake of a response – symptoms of a skewed physical and mental faculties.

Deep in the recesses of my mind, I am hearing the night’s silence; in the middle of my friend’s laughter and my own slurred swearing and the crazy videoke noise, I felt a comforting peace. My subconscious knows that finally, I calmed my mind, temporarily leaving the crazy world behind.

Yes, they really exist. They are really there, the demons and spirits of Mt. Cristobal, the Devil’s Mountain. So I climbed this mount...

About the Blogger

Yodi Insigne is one of those delusional sorts who imagines himself a useful contributor to the greater blogosphere (Well, that's what he's trying to accomplish).

He started blogging for three reasons:

1. He always felt he has something important to say,
2. Books can make him cry, and cliff jumping can make him high,
3. He want to sleep at night.

He is a self-certified bookworm, travel junkie, shutterbug, movie freak, Mangyan hiker who sleeps a lot and think a lot. He got a little vice, which is black coffee and cashew nuts. He got colorblindness on yellow and green - and he freaking loves it!